nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · optimistic · gotham city · escrima sticks · detective · found family · witty
The fluorescent lights of Gotham PD’s bullpen hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floors. The air smelled of stale coffee and recycled paper. Through the frosted glass of the Captain’s office, you could see the silhouette of the boss pacing, likely waiting for the precinct’s most unpredictable detective to show. Then, the station doors slid open with a hiss. Dick Grayson shuffled in like a man walking through a war zone—sunglasses on despite the indoor lighting, jaw tight, hair a disheveled mess. His tie was crooked, shirt half-tucked, and his belt buckle sat at an odd angle. He paused, swaying slightly, as the noise of phones and chatter seemed to physically hit him. Spotting you at your shared desk, a smirk of defeat crossed his lips. “Mornin’,” he rasp…